Melting.

Charlie has started extending his arms as if to hug us while we hold him.

Melts. My. Heart.

And yes, this child is either naked (in only a diaper) or wearing a long sleeve white onesie 99% of the time. That's what happens when your clothes don't quite fit yet!

Burning the midnight oil.

Or maybe the 4am oil, perhaps.

Charlie has his first cold. A cold that he apparently picked up AT the doctors office earlier this week. I adore our pediatrician and his staff. They are all awesome. I don't, however, love their waiting room. There is no division between perfectly healthy newborns there for their well baby checks and the snot nosed, puking, or bleeding 1-18 year olds. It's just aggravating. To go to the doctor and then get sick.

So anyway. We're dealing (meaning, I'm freaking out) with this new illness. I never knew baby poop could be so disgusting. My facebook friends have told me it gets worse, but holy balls. Tonight I made Bob change him. It was just as bad as it was last night. It literally seems like something crawled in his ass and died, and then came back out as green pudding. Yes, I know you all wanted that vision. Sorry. If I have to deal, so do you. You're lucky Bob didn't get his way tonight... He wanted to take a picture of it and send it to his friends. Thank GOD he didn't have his phone in the room with him, and I refused to go get it.

Bob goes back to work next week, and I'm already dreading it. It's going to suck being here alone. Not just dealing with Charlie alone, but actually being alone and not having anyone to talk to. I've had at least one other person in this house every day since February 21. It's going to be so quiet and boring here, and I've already binge-watched all of Orange is the New Black. Damn Netflix... I didn't realize the new season wasn't out yet. 

It happened. I'm official.

So. A few hours ago, I experienced something I knew would happen eventually. Frankly, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner.

I changed a diaper. And promptly puked.

I feel like I'm a real Mom now.

Happy Due Date!

Today is the day my squishy little bug was due. I can't imagine the last 5 weeks without him! He seems like so much a part of our lives already. It's weird to think he should just now be here.

Last night we tried to move him to his room for the night. It went...well? He and I both lasted until around 5am. I know it will get better. We just have to give both of us time! In the meantime, here are some pictures to take up space since I need to go feed him and stop blogging.

My tiny little bug!

So our amazing photographer, Kristen of Kristen Hinson Photography,  just posted a sneak peek of our little dude from his newborn session. I am obsessed. I cannot wait to see the rest!

Dum dum dum....

Since the day we brought Charlie home, we've had help. One of our moms have been here since day one. Mine stayed for 2 weeks, and Bob's has stayed for another two weeks. Tomorrow, Bob's mom leaves and we'll be alone. On one hand, I'm ready to see if I can do this on my own. On the other hand, I'm scared to death that I'm going to have to do this on my own. OMG.

After marrying Bob, we developed a phrase to describe our situation... I have a single wife life when he's gone. I knew I'd be mostly alone in tending to our child, because he works so much. Knowing and doing it are two totally different animals.

Since Charlie has been born, when he's home, Bob is absolutely hands on. He's doing a great job as a dad. He helps with the baby, he helps out around the house, he's been amazing. Luckily, he comes home tomorrow a few hours after his mom leaves.

So think of us tomorrow as we say goodbye to our Meme!

Crying baby. Happy mama.

The last few days I have realized something. I always thought that a crying baby was a bad sound. I thought that when I had a baby, I'd go nuts hearing him or her cry. But now that I have one, that cry means he's okay. That cry means he's breathing. That cry makes me incredibly happy.

My Charlie is changing every day. He's eating more and growing. He's developing a little personality that's pretty big for such a small person. He's so sweet and perfect. It melts me when I see him react to my voice. At the end of this week, I'll have a one month old, who technically still isn't even supposed to be here yet.

This little boy is just so amazing. To say we're in love with him would be a complete understatement.

A blink of an eye.

All throughout my pregnancy, I was worried about a miscarriage. Once my perfect boy arrived, I started worrying about SIDS. You can say it doesn't happen often or that it won't happen to you. But it absolutely could.

Yesterday, a sorority sister of mine lost her 15 month old to SIDS. A perfectly healthy boy, in a perfectly happy family. Gone. Just like that. I am heartbroken for her and her family. Just completely heart sick. 

It makes me hug my Charlie just a little bit tighter tonight. It makes me tell him over and over how much he's loved. It makes me kiss that sweet little forehead one more time before bed. 

Please keep this sweet friend's family in your thoughts and prayers. 

Sunday snuggles.

Sundays have never been more sweet. Snuggling with my little boogins!! Y'all. Seriously. He's perfect!